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"Thames, this is no forgery. Yet the thing hidden within her called and called. There was the same airy grace of movement, the same deep brown hair and alabaster skin. “John’s here. Her fingers opened and the weapon fell from her nerveless grasp. " There was another pause. You know that. Footman or some such.
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